Peat bogs are well known for preserving bodies, so when a digger unearths a woman’s whilst working on the foundations of a new bungalow, the first task is to determine her age. Old banknotes found on the body help to determine she had been buried for around twenty years; forensics prove it was a case of murder. This leaves the small, rural force with a cold case, albeit one not so old that modern techniques like DNA can’t be applied. Dogged, determined and methodical policing will be used along with copious amounts of tea and biscuits.
The plot is convincing, feeling all too real for the period; the motivation a sad reality of life, this is a human story in its simplest form. Modern policing of budgets and results keep threatening to close the case down, however, this is a case that the officers on the ground want to solve, to get some semblance of justice for the victim. Their desire to find a closure shines through, though the result is not anticipated.
There is a decidedly Irish feel to the story, that comes from the location, that of rural communities, and the human interactions and dialogue. These are villages where neighbours are known and the rural police officer knows their patch and its residents.
At times it feels more in common with continental than British crime fiction. It feels more leisurely, lunch is a time to process and take stock, so why not enjoy a meal in a café or pub along with a cheeky pint. Work late by all means but don’t miss that dinner reservation, is the attitude employed and it gets results.
Even though it has a laidback edge to it, the pacing is rapid enough because it is so direct, even the events of twenty years earlier are referenced without using flashbacks. It being rural Ireland guns naturally figure. Checking gun licence renewals brings a sense of danger, along with the moments of jeopardy the build-up of suspense and its release are rapid. This is direct storytelling done well, nicely written and thoughtfully plotted.
Page turning crime fiction with a slice of Irish charm.